adevalokidottir replied to your post: mabye you should just start something

Today was not one of Marie’s better nights. Letting the things on her mind cloud her judgement, resulting in her getting shot in the ribs and a dislocated shoulder. She groaned around her cigarette as she walked down the alleyway.

A groan accompanied the sense of Deva’s presence below. “Hey!” Summer called down, and then she processed the edge of pain on the frustration. “Well, hell,” she grumbled, untangling herself and going back inside the flat. Rummaging in the liquor cabinet, she set out a few bottles, then dragged out the big first aid kit.